#back at it again with my bullshit

[reagi-df]

More, no context sketches

[onlyshestandsthere]

Title: Amanita Virosa

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos

Tags: Angst With a Happy Ending//Slow Burn//Ranger Kit//Escaped Experiment Jade//Past Child Abuse

Summary:

The Skellin forest held a multitude of dangers, some of them hiding under a guise of beauty that would last right up until they killed you dead. Kit was almost used to them, every excursion beyond the Barrier giving her more and more experience in dealing with the Crone's experiments.

That is until she meets one that might be a little too much for her to handle.

[ruiyuki]

back at it again with my bullshit lol hello its been a while ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

so uh recap ig:

family stuff happened

bridgerton brainrot

frieren is good but overhyped

i like apothecary diaries better lol

that gundam seed movie was everything i expected HAHAHAHA

hq!! battle at the garbage dump still got me like (ಥ﹏ಥ) for months

work kicked my ass

bones casting the jpn voice of our lord kira-jesus-yamato for the 1st ofa user in mha s6 is very fitting, it cracks me up LMAO

mashle

more brainrot

went out and touched some grass

more family crap

the annual existential crisis kicks in

then burnout

legit cried over the free! ending. core behaviour ngl

blue lock is better when you watch it thinking isagi is a harem protagonist

finally caught up to bsd

po'd that obscenely priced vanitas scale fig lmao

man, the more i expose myself to normies the more i realize how far removed i am from them

and here we are.

[star-the-gremlin]

CinderSnow part two, electric boogaloo

[redysetdare]

It's frustrating how fandom just hates the idea of characters being non-partnering. I hate how QPRs in fandoms have been turned into an "Alternative" to romantic ships where they are treated the exact same as romantic ships and just feel like people are trying to fake being supporting of aspec ppl. I hate how fandom is so romance and sex crazed/focused and how aspec identities are seen as threats to popular ships. i hate how fandom will call aspec headcanons homophobic because "You just hate gay ships!!!" i'm so fucking tired of fandoms just hating aspec people because all they care about is shipping.

[skltart]

pov you're some noble attending a royal gathering or whatever in camelot and you're all excited to meet the prince and then you get there and he's just hanging out with his twink of a manservant the whole night

[doublegoblin]

As of right now, nothing beats the feeling of being well enough again to work on editing and progressing with your main WIP. It's a nice stormy day and I have nothing else planned! Lessgo!

[yuliadern]

Awww, he’s so strange and off putting❤️❤️❤️

[vaguely-concerned]

I understand and agree with a lot of the frustrations about the shortcomings of Inquisition as a story. but sometimes when I hear people complain about the chosen one narrative in it I do want to just be like... you know it's a deconstruction of the concept more than anything, right. the inquisitor isn't actually chosen by anything except stumbling into the wrong (right?) room at the right (wrong?) time because they like, heard a noise or whatever. or if you think they are chosen, as many do in-universe, that's something you have to take on faith, the maker-or-whoever moves in mysterious ways indeed-style. the Inquisitor isn't actually a Destined Chosen One, they're a Just Some Guy in a fancy hat, self-delusions of grandeur to taste as you'd prefer.

a running thread that goes through all of the personal quests of the companions is the concept of a comforting lie vs. an uncomfortable truth, upholding old corrupt structures vs. disrupting them, and the role of faith in navigating that. (blackwall the warden vs. thom rainier the liar and murderer. hissrad vs. the iron bull, or is that the other way around? cassandra and the seekers -- do we tell the truth about what we find, even if it means dismantling the old order of the world? and so on.) and your inquisitor IS at the same time a comforting lie (a necessary one, in dark times? the game seems to ask) and an uncomfortable truth (we are the result of random fickle chance, no protective hand is held over the universe, it's on us to make a better world because the maker sure as hell won't lift a divine finger to help anyone, should he against all odds exist). faith wielded for political power... where's the point that it crosses the line into ugliness? is it before it even begins? what's the alternative? will anyone listen to the truth, if you tell it?

interesting how you also get a mix of companion agency in this -- you have characters like dorian who ALWAYS choose one side of the comforting lie vs. uncomfortable truth dichotomy. he will always make up his own mind to go back to tevinter and try to dismantle the corruption of the old system no matter what you say, or how you try to influence him. meanwhile iron bull is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum -- so psychologically trapped and mangled, caught in an impossible spiritual catch-22, that his sense of identity is left entirely to you and your mercy. you cannot change dorian in any way that matters; you can be his friend or not, support him or not, but he is whole no matter what. you are given incredible and potentially destructive-to-him power over bull's soul. it's really cool (and heartbreaking) to think about.

this is a game about how history will eat you even while you're still alive, and shape you into whatever image it pleases to serve it, and for all your incredible power right now you are powerless in the face of the gravitational force of time -- of more than time, of History. you won't recognize yourself in what History will make of you, because you belong to it now. you don't belong to yourself anymore and you never will again. the further you were from what it needs from you to begin with, the more you will find yourself distorted in its funhouse mirror. (why hello there inquisitor ameridan, same hat!)

and to me this is so much the core of what Dragon Age is about right from the Origins days -- how and by whom history gets written, the inherent unreliable narration of it all. I hope you like stories, Inquisitor. You are one now.

I do think it's probably still the weakest of the games narratively, and it's hampered by its structure and bloated systems. but I also find it disingenous to say that there's nothing deeper or actually interesting going on with it, thematically. if you're willing to engage with it there is Some Real Shit going on under the high fantasy-tinted surface.

[arunneronthird]

i think about that period of time where dick had to step up and be damians mentor but didnt actually want to like twice a day

he fought a lot for a kid he had to learn to love the hard way

[onlyshestandsthere]

Title: be my mirror (my sword and shield)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos

Tags: Enemies to Lovers//Bone Reaver Jade Claymore//Kit gets taken instead of Airk//Slow Burn//Hurt/Comfort//PTSD//Psychological Torture//Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

Angry blue eyes glared at Jade from beneath short dark locks that fell into her face. Sharp cheekbones, straight nose, and a strong jaw gave her an imperious air, and despite the fact that she was shorter than Jade – and tied to a tree – she still somehow gave the impression that she was looking down at her. This was even more impressive given the entire left side of her face was one massive bruise, and her eye was swollen almost completely shut.

Or: Bone Reaver Jade is tasked with escorting a prisoner to the Immemorial City for their new ally, the Crone.

[enormousgrapefruit]

i s2g, solas. get a job. stay away from her.

[toothpastewolf]

he’s so aroace to me

[wasyago]

we're at it again🕺

[deviouz]

matthew “munch” murdock could spend hours between your legs and it would still never be enough. sometimes he does it for your pleasure, to hear you keen and cry out his name while your deft fingers go to card through his hair to guide him where you needed him the most. when he was feeling nice, he’d entertain your wants, lips and tongue working in tandem as your moans grew breathier and higher in pitch. sometimes he would have to hold your hips down with an arm slung over them, while the other went to shove two fingers knuckle deep into your heat. god, he’d have the smuggest of smirks etched into his features as you gushed around his fingers and let out the most graphic obscenities. he can hear how fast your heart was beating, how you eagerly sucked in breath after breath with every utterance of his name, every plea.

but sometimes matt would return home in a mood, whether it be in a wrinkled four-piece suit with a briefcase in hand, or in the blood-red suit known to strike residents of hell’s kitchen with a fear unlike any other, his tired body covered in an array of cuts and bruises. he won’t be nice when he bullies himself between your thighs, hands forcing your legs apart and fingers digging themselves into your thighs. he won’t let you even touch him. as soon as one of your hands go down to grab at his hair, he’s got it in an iron-tight grip by the wrist as he buries his face deeper into your heat, greedily drinking from your core. he’s not even considering on relenting until you’re damn-near sobbing, until he can taste the salt in the air from your tears and feel the way you tremble beneath him with fruitless hope of reprieve.

[apprentice-s]

oh, god, i think you’re more beautiful